Elucidating Questions

Singing child up in the tree,

Do you have a lyre for me? I have not one, but two, you see

I cannot seem to find my key.

Do you know what he said?

I have a lyre, but it will not help, you have far too many about yourself

You cannot fulfill the need to be free if you carry them all so tightly around the…

Crows cawing from above,

The sun rises or we spin back toward it again the keyboard

Slips

I wonder, why none of it makes sense, but it’s still words.

Some words go together

Like forever

But also never

And pull the lever

And I don’t think I’m clever

Or anything I just don’t think I can go on

I just get so bored and it’s like

All these thoughts that circle around and around I just need to put them down because I

Don’t want them anymore. I don’t care if they don’t make sense.

If I took half as much as I think I did it’s probably even anyways.